Off to a Good Start, at least I think so!

I've done it!  My first writing assignment!  And since I am so proud of it I think I will post it for all to read.  Of course, I will be doing 2 one-to-two page assignments every week until October or so, and it is pretty much guaranteed that I won't like all of them, so I will only post the ones I like.  Here goes...

I sat and stared angrily ahead as my fingers drummed the table.  The lights above flickered and blinked as though trying to shake a finger at me.  I glared at them in a vain attempt to keep them still.
The door opened suddenly, causing me to jump.  An officer strolled in, looking a little too pleased with himself.  He sat in front of me and placed an item on the table.  The Bat.  I rolled my eyes and glared at him, waiting. 
He sat back and looked at me with an irritating smile.  Oh how good it would feel to put a fist in his face, maybe he'd even lose some teeth.
Silence.  Just the buzz from the flickering lights could be heard.  I licked my lips and glared at the officer again.  I knew what he was doing, and it wasn't going to work.  I'd seen enough TV shows to know they played tricks in here.
I leaned back in the chair, allowing my knee to bounce.  My one nervous gesture.  He wouldn't see it. 
The officer followed suit, leaning back and crossing his arms, that annoying smirk still on his face.  Once again I thought about wiping it off for him, but I resisted.  I wasn't going to let him get to me.  No way, no how.  I stilled my leg. 
The silence between us droned on and on.  It was deafening, and he just sat there, smirking as though he'd figured out the world. 
I shouldn't even be in here, this is ridiculous, I thought.  I looked at the bat.  It had a dent in it.  I narrowed my eyes and turned to glare at the cop again.  He just smiled bigger.  I averted my eyes.  No way was he getting to me.  I was a rock.  What was that line from that awful movie my mom liked to watch?  "Wild horses couldn't drag it from me!"  I rolled my eyes.  Great.  Now I was quoting from Anne of Green Gables.  I glared at the cop again.  He smiled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, shoulders haunched in a relaxed sort of way, as though he had all the time in the world to sit and stare at me. 
He cleared his throat.
I raised my eyebrows.  Ha!  I thought.  Easy game.  Is that all you got?  I win, I so win!
Then he spoke.
"So!  Get thirsty, did ya?"
"It's not my fault!"  I burst out.  "If they would keep the dumb machines working right, I would never have needed the bat!"